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He's been collecting since the age of nine. Every shiny bullet that he could find. Built himself a house with the wooden floors. Put the shiny bullets in a chest of drawers Well his wife's long
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way. You always seem to be the better part of me, hail Mary" There's a heart in a cage. And the heart like a clock 'til it stops. Sends the blood to his veins. Back on the surface again In a room
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cab passed me by. Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy. The color of you, the color of me. You can't judge a man by looking at the marque Hail hail rock 'n' roll, comes from r 'n' b and
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cab passed me by. Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy. The color of you, the color of me. You can't judge a man by looking at the marque Hail hail rock 'n' roll, comes from r 'n' b and
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Don't you wonder is anyone that strong?. It takes me under believing what I'm seeing. I get so tired of watching friends go down. The hungry tiger, for all who never began Biting bullets. Biting
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Ah, is there room for both of us. Both of us apart. Are we bound out of obligation. Is that all we've got? I get the words and then I get to thinkin'. I don't wanna think, I wanna feel. How do I
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Ah, is there room for both of us. Both of us apart. Are we bound out of obligation. Is that all we've got? I get the words and then I get to thinkin'. I don't wanna think, I wanna feel. How do I
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killing clowns, the blood money men. Are shooting those Washington bullets again As every cell in Chile will tell. The cries of the tortured men. Remember Allende and the days before. Before the army
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you still kiss like you kissed me?. Are you still keeping my secrets?. . I'm pretty good at honesty. This is causing me trouble. . You lit me up and hit me like bullets. Pieces of you are left in
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, better get out of my way Gimme back my bullets. Put 'em back where they belong. Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun. Ain't gonna see no more damage done. Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
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, better get out of my way Gimme back my bullets. Put 'em back where they belong. Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun. Ain't gonna see no more damage done. Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
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Hello me, meet the real me. And my misfit's way of life. A dark black past is my. Most valued possession. Hindsight is always 20-20. But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy. Speak of mutually
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. Hail to the King. Blood is spilt while holding keys to the throne. Born again but it's too late to atone. No mercy from the edge of the blade. Dare escape and learn the price to be paid. Let the water
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lead the wild into the ways of the man. Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh. Chorus (Makaveli). Come with me, Hail Mary. Run quick see, what do we have here. Now, do you wanna ride or die. La
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Song One Million Bullets - Sia. Under the moonlight. Weathering with your warm embrace. I feel so safe here. Baby we're worth the wait. Yeah I picked the wrong kind. Time after time. I drank from the
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. I have blessed each one of these bullets. And they shine just like a spoon To have sixty silver wishes. Is a small price to pay. They'll be your private little fishes. And they'll never swim away
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All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the music in their story All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the lands of ancient
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. Cryin' for change and only tears get out. . Mam's cryin' bullets in the sky. Raining, raining tears on each side. Fight for love don't love the fight. Mama's cryin' bullets in the sky. . Now the
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Bài hát Hail Rain Or Sunshine - The Script. We're late to bed. We're early to rise. Wipe the sleep from our eyes. We head to work. We catch a lift. We have a smoke. Can we start this shift?. We open
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From the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees. From the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary with her roses. But you're their
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From the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees. From the mountain comes a soul. And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary with her roses. But you're their
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all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way. . Chorus. Gimme back my bullets. Put 'em back where they belong. Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun. Ain't gonna see no more damage
